Rajma Chawal

Kabir, let's leave!

Kabir, say a prayer before you leave.

Let's get moving!

Kabir, our video has crossed a million views.

Let him be, Tony.

Kabir is a bit silent, isn't he?

He's angry.

Why?

Because he lost his mother, and now his home.

He's angry about moving to Old Delhi.

Titu, your scooter!

Asshole, wearing blinkers, are you?

You moron!

Are you mental?

-Hey, don't you dare hit me! -Well, your truck hit my scooter first!

-Stop shouting! -Should I start singing then?

Stop!

Kabir, let go of him!

Hey, what's going on! Stop fighting!

The driver made a mistake.

Greetings, Uncle.

Snake dance!

Snake dance?

Stop it!

-Pick up your scooter. -Uncle, I am Ved Prakash's son.

Saw you in dad's wedding album. You were doing the snake dance.

-He's Dheela's son. Dr. Dheela! -Dr. Dheela?

-That's you? -Greetings, Uncle.

God bless. How's everything? All good?

Help move our things!

-Uncle, this way. -Yes. Let's go.

Careful!

The bag's quite heavy.

Kabir!

-Kabir! -Uncle, follow me!

Mind your head, Uncle.

Nothing's changed here.

-Yes, Uncle. -How's your father Dheela?

All good, Uncle.

An injection costs a dollar now...

-Hello. -Hello.

And the red pill still saves the day!

He's started his own hospital. Keeps busy.

Open the windows. Let the air in.

Anees, there are 32 cartons and bags.

All here.

Hey, where to?

For my band rehearsals.

Not now! We're going to Kuljeet's for lunch.

His mother, Beeji, is cooking. Don't miss it.

I'll go fetch dad.

-Take off that garland. -Here, you put it on.

-What do I do with it? -Hey, bring it here!

-Hello, Beeji! -Welcome, son!

Let's go in. It's cold outside.

-Come, everyone. -Come here.

-Coming! -Come here, Mathur.

-Come, let's stand in a group. -Beautiful. See!

Stop sulking, Mittal.

Look here.

Pout, everyone.

-Pout? -Here!

Wait!

Dr. Dheela is here!

-Mr. Dheela! -He’s slow, just like his name.

Let's pout.

Done.

Take them off!

Come, take a selfie with Beeji.

This kiss can heal.

It will make your skin glow!

Look how beautiful we look!

-Eat now. -I need a spoon.

Who eats Rajma Chawal with a spoon?

Exactly.

I always eat with a spoon.

No problem. Sapna, get him a spoon.

This is the new generation.

Anees, a few spoons, please.

You know, the dress that I'm wearing...

your mother had given it to me 15 years ago.

You remember?

Even now people ask where it's from. It's still in fashion.

It's your mother who taught me about style and fashion.

I didn't know anything.

I don't think you know how mod your mother was.

If she would've been here, she'd have made me cut my hair short--

-What happened? -Kabir!

You crocodile!

Why did you have to be a drama queen?

Didn't even let him eat the rajma!

How could he? He remembered his mother!

What's more important? "Ma" or "Rajma"?

You missed the rehearsals and didn't show up for the gig either.

-Tony's pissed off! -He can go to hell!

He says the same to you.

He has started a new fucking band without us.

Anees Uncle! Water!

Potty is potty.

What difference does it make if it's Indian or western?

Hello, Uncle.

He smiled.

-That smile cost me 9870 bucks. -Is it?

Bought an English throne for my spoilt child.

Wow! Such delicious food!

Titu's wedding. Traffic jam. Waste of money.

You have something to say to me or not?

Take those off.

Do you have a tongue?

Can you speak at all?

What do you want to hear?

Tell me. I am listening.

Do you have anything to talk about?

Tell me!

If he won't talk to you, learn to "chat" with him.

Son, it's important to to keep up with the technology.

She's right.

Tell me. If I learn all this...

this communication gap between me and Kabir...

can it be fixed?

I'll explain.

The awkwardness we feel face to face...

vanishes with this device.

This generation speak with their fingers rather than their mouths.

What if, at this age, I am unable to learn?

If she can, anybody can.

Excuse me! I'm a Science graduate!

Home Science doesn't make you a scientist!

Okay, Beeji. Here.

Put that technology stuff into my phone.

This phone is no good.

What's wrong with it?

You need a smart phone.

It is smart.

You are, not your phone.

Beeji, stop making me spend so much.

He's saying he wants Facebook in this phone!

You guys are insulting me!

Sir, this is the hottest item in the market right now.

In this you'll get a 64-bit Octa core processor.

With a 16 GB memory.

And a 14 centimeter HD screen.

Okay...

It's an auspicious day.

The phone will bring me luck if I buy it today.

Sir, which internet plan would you prefer?

The 4G plan.

-2G is fine. -Uncle...

4G is the internet speed.

You are talking about GB.

Forget 2 GB. 1 GB should do for you.

Kabir, your dad is on Facebook.

He's sent me a friend request.

Brilliant!

What a tune!

Here, 1000 bucks from me.

I belong to the Mughal Family.

Nobody says no to us!

Keep it!

Son, I have not eaten all day. Please lend me 40 bucks.

Come on, one more.

Two more. Properly!

This is our version of Zumba.

It helps his hip injury.

Tell me, in how many working days will Kabir get my request?

It takes just a second!

Everything happens instantly on the internet.

I'll teach you.

Have some sweets.

Let's see what he says.

Look at this! He's rejected your request!

He's even blocked you.

He rejected me?

Now listen to what's right...

which may sound a bit wrong.

But it's still right. Come here.

-Which one do you like? -Why?

-This is to relax you. -What are you saying, Beeji?

Not for you, stupid.

For Kabir.

-This one. -Isn't she gorgeous?

Seeing her, Kabir will fell in love!

Auntie, please!

Auntie, we're not going to run away!

Why can't I cry at the right time?

Seher, how could you?

Who splurges rent money on booze?

We're screwed!

Saturday nights do this to me.

I could loot the country on a Saturday.

It's disgusting.

-Take a loan from Baljeet. -Baljeet?

He'll start planning our wedding.

Your life's so full of complications!

How about you taking a loan for a change?

It's an art.

Not everyone has that talent.

Quite right.

Go through hell like me and then you'll learn.

-Anupji is here. -Anupji!